The City has more than it's share of mentally ill and/or homeless folks. This is due to two facts: One, they migrate here because they won't freeze to death in the winter, and the second is that The City does its best to keep them alive, by doing things such as providing them with water in the summer, etc.
Of course, this adds a surreal quality to The City, and - frankly - sometimes it's hard to tell which are the insane and which are the "normal" people.
For example, I was sitting in front of a bistro on Congress at lunchtime, watching stressed out financial geeks and cube warriors hurrying to get their lunch in the scant 30 minutes they are allotted for nourishing themselves...And as they stride by, a man dressed in the ragged remains of a minister's black shirt and collar was exhorting them. I could make out some of what he's saying.
"We've got to get out of this trap!", he was screaming, "There is a better way! Flee The City while you can! DON'T YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT YOU'RE IN HELL? Are you all BLIND? Forsake Mammon, and come to the light! You're HUMANS, dammit! You aren't MACHINES!"
Of course, people walked by, looking around him, as people will when accosted by maniacs on the street. He stood there with his bible open, hollering at the zombies around him, but the zombies would not listen.
By 1:10 PM, the streets were once again empty, the walking dead having returned to their cubicle sepulchers. The ragged preacher approached me, and hit me up for a "donation". What could I do? This was a fellow Man of the Cloth. I handed him a ten, and he told me Jesus would bless me. Then he walked off down the street.
So who's the nut?
A few seconds later, the bistro's owner came running out, and apologized for my having been bothered by that worthless bum, he would have done something, but he was making a drink for another customer. Looking at him, I saw a Saint Michael medal hanging around his neck, so I asked, "Are you Catholic?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Well", I replied, "what makes you so sure he was a bum? Do you expect that angels would always show up in immaculate linens with big, feathery wings?"
The man just stared at me for a moment, and then said, "You're nuts, too. Get out."
I shrugged, and stood up, accidentally booting him in the crotch. He fell like he'd been pole-axed (Remember, kids: A properly applied sucker punch will usually put people in a position to listen to you!) and curled up in a ball.
"That'll teach you to fool with the forces of light!", I snarled, and stepped over him, walking away. I had no choice, really. This man was obviously demonically possessed, and nothing drives out demons like a engineer boot to the testicles.
I love The City.
Or kill me.
RAH
:lol:
I had to apply a well placed boot-to-groin last night. I thought of you as I did it.
Does that make me Teh Gay?
Also, sweet writing. I haven't been so drawn into one of your pieces since your earlier days.
:lulz:
Rog I hate you and everything but I can't help saying this MSY series is shaping up to be a motherfucking bible!
2000 years from now I can see the world at war over an MSY, rewritten beyond recognition.
I am filled with awe :fap:
:D
awesoem
Fabulous.
Quote from: Payne on March 29, 2008, 09:59:12 AM
I had to apply a well placed boot-to-groin last night. I thought of you as I did it.
Does that make me Teh Gay?
Also, sweet writing. I haven't been so drawn into one of your pieces since your earlier days.
Thanks. I needed the hiatus, though.
So is there an MSY1-MSY23?
EXCELLENCE!
Quote from: Requiem on March 29, 2008, 08:25:30 PM
So is there an MSY1-MSY23?
Yeah.
Here:
http://www.poee.co.uk/boards/index.php?board=15.0
God. Fuck, yes.
Dammit, now I need to actually register over there.
Quote from: Requiem on March 30, 2008, 12:28:16 AM
Dammit, now I need to actually register over there.
Boo hoo hoo.
I'll approve your account.
Rog, you nailed it with the punchline.
Bump for relevance.
God damn yes.
LIKE
I read this earlier, and I still can't come up with anything other than :mittens:
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:57:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Whoops. It was Saturday. Anyways, the lady to the North of us had some preacher guy over, and Jordan (the kid) was sitting out back with them, looking politely miserable while the preacher spoke...Which wasn't often, because the mother (Sean) kept going off in rapturous descriptions about the fate of Sodom and Gamorrah. While she was talking Jordan just looked like he very much wanted to be somewhere else entirely...Even the preacher was wincing.
I think I might have been wrong about her. Her husband, Eddie, made himself absent.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:02:00 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:57:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Whoops. It was Saturday. Anyways, the lady to the North of us had some preacher guy over, and Jordan (the kid) was sitting out back with them, looking politely miserable while the preacher spoke...Which wasn't often, because the mother (Sean) kept going off in rapturous descriptions about the fate of Sodom and Gamorrah. While she was talking Jordan just looked like he very much wanted to be somewhere else entirely...Even the preacher was wincing.
I think I might have been wrong about her. Her husband, Eddie, made himself absent.
Argh. Poor kid.
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:04:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:02:00 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:57:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Whoops. It was Saturday. Anyways, the lady to the North of us had some preacher guy over, and Jordan (the kid) was sitting out back with them, looking politely miserable while the preacher spoke...Which wasn't often, because the mother (Sean) kept going off in rapturous descriptions about the fate of Sodom and Gamorrah. While she was talking Jordan just looked like he very much wanted to be somewhere else entirely...Even the preacher was wincing.
I think I might have been wrong about her. Her husband, Eddie, made himself absent.
Argh. Poor kid.
Please note that the weekend before, I invited them to come over for the April 1st devival, and they have accepted. Only I didn't say it was a devival, just a party.
:lulz:
This should be good.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:06:55 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:04:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:02:00 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:57:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Whoops. It was Saturday. Anyways, the lady to the North of us had some preacher guy over, and Jordan (the kid) was sitting out back with them, looking politely miserable while the preacher spoke...Which wasn't often, because the mother (Sean) kept going off in rapturous descriptions about the fate of Sodom and Gamorrah. While she was talking Jordan just looked like he very much wanted to be somewhere else entirely...Even the preacher was wincing.
I think I might have been wrong about her. Her husband, Eddie, made himself absent.
Argh. Poor kid.
Please note that the weekend before, I invited them to come over for the April 1st devival, and they have accepted. Only I didn't say it was a devival, just a party.
:lulz:
This should be good.
:lulz: :horrormirth: :lulz:
Oh that reminds me. I asked Torch to come, and she said she would. :jebus:
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:10:06 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:06:55 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:04:34 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:02:00 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:57:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:53:07 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 06:51:02 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 06:48:52 PM
Bump.
I need to get back out into The City.
Me too. Oro Valley doesn't ooze with weird enough.
Oh, it has the weird, but it's the unwholesome kind of weird. I'll take the perverts and crazies over the fundamentalists any day.
I did tell you about the horrible crap that went on next door yesterday, didn't I?
Nope, and I was probably too busy with monkey to notice it myself.
Whoops. It was Saturday. Anyways, the lady to the North of us had some preacher guy over, and Jordan (the kid) was sitting out back with them, looking politely miserable while the preacher spoke...Which wasn't often, because the mother (Sean) kept going off in rapturous descriptions about the fate of Sodom and Gamorrah. While she was talking Jordan just looked like he very much wanted to be somewhere else entirely...Even the preacher was wincing.
I think I might have been wrong about her. Her husband, Eddie, made himself absent.
Argh. Poor kid.
Please note that the weekend before, I invited them to come over for the April 1st devival, and they have accepted. Only I didn't say it was a devival, just a party.
:lulz:
This should be good.
:lulz: :horrormirth: :lulz:
Oh that reminds me. I asked Torch to come, and she said she would. :jebus:
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:11:13 PM
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
I'll let her know. I'm also going to tell Bruce to take the monkey early, because he will be completely unmanageable out of excitement.
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:13:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:11:13 PM
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
I'll let her know. I'm also going to tell Bruce to take the monkey early, because he will be completely unmanageable out of excitement.
Yep. This will be a Friday night, and we don't need it to turn into Peewee's playhell.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 09:36:42 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:13:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:11:13 PM
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
I'll let her know. I'm also going to tell Bruce to take the monkey early, because he will be completely unmanageable out of excitement.
Yep. This will be a Friday night, and we don't need it to turn into Peewee's playhell.
:lulz:
So, what are the odds that the landlord is going to get a call from our lovely neighbors on Apr 2 about what degenerates we are?
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 09:50:48 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 09:36:42 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:13:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:11:13 PM
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
I'll let her know. I'm also going to tell Bruce to take the monkey early, because he will be completely unmanageable out of excitement.
Yep. This will be a Friday night, and we don't need it to turn into Peewee's playhell.
:lulz:
So, what are the odds that the landlord is going to get a call from our lovely neighbors on Apr 2 about what degenerates we are?
Good enough, if I have things my way.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 09:51:22 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 09:50:48 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 09:36:42 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on January 31, 2011, 07:13:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 31, 2011, 07:11:13 PM
Sweet. If she has to bring Irish, that's okay. I can have TGG babysit her when necessary.
I'll let her know. I'm also going to tell Bruce to take the monkey early, because he will be completely unmanageable out of excitement.
Yep. This will be a Friday night, and we don't need it to turn into Peewee's playhell.
:lulz:
So, what are the odds that the landlord is going to get a call from our lovely neighbors on Apr 2 about what degenerates we are?
Good enough, if I have things my way.
I haven't gone to THE WALL since, I dunno, since Nigel's visit. It's been a while, for sure. What an opportunity this presents!